all that angst, thought kevin's overly-concerned parents. all that pent-up negativity. if only he could harness that energy and put it to some use. they were more than aware of how unsettling this time of a young man's life could be. sure, neither of them could understand the music or the clothing or his strange obsession with mortality, but it didn't mean they loved him any less...
yeah, they talk a lot, but what do they actually do? between work and sleep, do they have anything of their own? just two useless lumps of animated decaying matter, going through the motions until they stop. since everything has to end at some point, why even go through it? oblivion just makes sense.
kevin's parents sat in mutual silence reading on the same couch from very different universes. lucinda preferred the whirlwind frontier romance novels, where men were men and women were women. or sassy saloon gals. jack was a fan of international espionage stories, full of plot twists that fit neatly into a paranoid yet familiar setting. from upstairs the abrasive dissonance of kevin's music, which the parents had tried so hard to tune out for the last two years, seemed to fade at first into a dull throbbing drone and then into a muffled hum.
behind the couch two sleepy frog-like eyes ascended. its translucent body rose from the floor and it opened its mouth in a motion measured in decades. as the great beast engulfed the two middle-agers they continued to read, content in the silence that swept over them.
...really though, they just don't get it. i don't think they ever will. i bet if i walked right out the front door they wouldn't even notice. of course not, walking right past them and they are frozen to the couch.
yeah, they talk a lot, but what do they actually do? between work and sleep, do they have anything of their own? just two useless lumps of animated decaying matter, going through the motions until they stop. since everything has to end at some point, why even go through it? oblivion just makes sense.
kevin's parents sat in mutual silence reading on the same couch from very different universes. lucinda preferred the whirlwind frontier romance novels, where men were men and women were women. or sassy saloon gals. jack was a fan of international espionage stories, full of plot twists that fit neatly into a paranoid yet familiar setting. from upstairs the abrasive dissonance of kevin's music, which the parents had tried so hard to tune out for the last two years, seemed to fade at first into a dull throbbing drone and then into a muffled hum.
behind the couch two sleepy frog-like eyes ascended. its translucent body rose from the floor and it opened its mouth in a motion measured in decades. as the great beast engulfed the two middle-agers they continued to read, content in the silence that swept over them.
...really though, they just don't get it. i don't think they ever will. i bet if i walked right out the front door they wouldn't even notice. of course not, walking right past them and they are frozen to the couch.
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